Lyrics
Do what I want, you do what you allowed
Thought you had that drip on, look up saw a cloud
Lil' Flip game over, Nerds see the sounds
Bit better ride, walk in with her boots
Nigga don't make a sound, money is the truth
Cause they say talk, catch her on the skywalk
Paper made me pole vault, but you'd rather hold off
He got style for days, don't nobody know y'all
Got it out of matinee, then she took her clothes off
Mad nerds, still hard to break the rules
Fast current, flipping like a dolphin do
Backstroker, and she bout to gargle too
Strap Urkel, call her, pay her audible
Tina Turner, whip it till my hair lose
They copy style, but still it's incomparable
Tainted, I didn't thought about it each and every day
Waited, I ain't hoping, pray I had to break the case
No dollar to my name, I still told them that I'm straight
Ain't take a handouts a nigga got something to say
This another anthem
Me and Z the perfect tandem
These bucks don't come with antlers
Chain hang like a lanyard, lit like a jack—o—lantern
And guess what, your bitch is handsome
Hoes study me the cramming
Are you not entertained, I'm the spaniard
She's a private dancer, suck it like a jolly rancher
I'm a happy camper, she from Tampa but dance in Atlanta
Talk with country grammar, bows on the table, I ain't got no manners
Bacon soda, Arm and Hammer, whipping like Chelsea Handler
Code name for cocaine was Cobain
Spot was bald, and we grew hair
Rogaine, I'm Teflon
You Revlon, soon as I outgrew the bib, I put the vest on
We already drank a fifth
Took my brush and gave her a facial, painting with a twist
One—liners, get me vagina
Known for spazzing, life's been a bitch
But now she faking orgasms